Well, George went to his regular holiday home on the north coast of Gower.
Was he pleased to see you when you picked him up?
It was hard to tell as he was too busy chasing the kennel-owner's cats to pay us any attention.
Did he have a good time?
The girl said he might have had several breakfasts on occasion so he would count that as good.
So he didn't get into any mischief?
The morning before we were due home the girls opened up the kennels to find him sitting proudly next to his bed - which he'd destroyed. The bits filled two carrier bags that they kept for us in case we didn't believe them. They needn't have bothered: we'd have believed it of George.